You Are Not Alone

Chapter 3

I recently started smoking after Carter died. He smoked to but never around me. Ever.

*flashback* 

"Eww Carter what is that smell?" I asked getting in his car. 

"Oh your too young to understand" he told me starting his car.

"No I'm not. Just because I'm a freshman don't mean nothin. I happen to act very mature for my age." I protested. 

"Yea..sometimes. Its called weed or marijuana people have different names for it." he told me.

"What do you do with it? Smell like you burnt it or farted it out or something" I told him.

He laughed at my response. "Yea in a way. Its supposed to be smoked. Roll it up and smoke it" he said.

"Can I have some? What it taste like?" I asked him.

"Hell NO!" he practically yelled at me. Jezz whats the big deal? He changed his voice to a much more calmer tone. "Sorry Niy but its not good for you. I dont want you smoking anything or drinking. Thats why I dont smoke around you. Dont want you thinking its okay to do. I thought I got the smell out the car anyway". He said the last part more to himself.

"Then why you do it?" I asked a little irritated cuz I couldnt smoke the marajuanna too.

"It makes me get away from the world ya know. Like an escape from earth but yet Im still on earth. I dont smoke all the time though. People can uh get addicted and I dont want to leave my bestfriend all alone" he said messing my hair up.

I was a little pissed he put his nasty dirty looking hand in my hair and messed up my fresh press! By I couldnt help but smile cuz thats my brother. "Brownie promise you wont leave me?" I asked him.

"Brownie promise you wont ever smoke?" he held out his pinky finger while still watching the road. 

"Deal?" I asked.

"Deal." he agreed and we intertwined pinky fingas.

"Alright now" he got a fa breeze bottle from under the passenger seat "help me get this smell out this car. Dad gone flip" he told me as we started to spray fa breeze throughout his car.

*flashback ova*

That was the only promise we ever broke. I smoked blastin Jhene Aiko's Higher in my headphones as I got higher. Then I had a sudden feeling as if someone was watching me or by me. 

"Aye shawty. Shawtyy" I turn to see its nun other than ole boy AGAIN...is this boy stalkin me??!! Like dafuq is wit him cuz I dont know him.

"What?" I said irritated because he interruptin my relaxing high.

"Chill ma. I needed a place to smoke at too" he said sitting by me on the bench here.

"Tuh Ms. Teacher letchu outta her sight? Oh my" I said full of sarcasm before I took another hit.I checked my phone to see if Jas had texted lettin me know about our leaving arrangements. I have another hour until lunch arrives then I can take myself to SLEEP. 2015 just aint my year bruh. I laid my head back on the wall takin another hit then coughing. I turn my head to see ole boy looking at me- hell staring? What is lookin for? Do I need to poke his eyes out?

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Never seen a chick take a hit like that before. Like a G." he chuckled. Him and these feminist nicknames is really irritating like if you gone talk to me or about me say my actual name. Not that hard to pronounce right?

"My shirt does spell out the word GANGSTA" I said in a matter-of-fact tone. "And my name is Niyah. Not shawty or ma. Do not ever in yo life refer to me as a chic cuz I'm no chicken" I told him as I was getting my bag to get away from him AGAIN! I suddenly didnt want to smoke nomore. Either cuz I was high or cuzza him. Maybe both. 

"Okay chica" he chuckled under his breathe. I wanted to smack him so bad cuz the only person who called me that aint here.

Its finally lunch and Im waitin for Jas to meet me by her car and she is taking forever. Then I see her lil caramel behind walk out the building with her huge purse. I dont understand why she need that purse anyway. All you need is a lil purse not no sleepover bag. Aint like she got any books or school supplies but maybe a pen and pencil. She finally make it to her car, "Ready?"

"Been ready." I told her as I opened the door. The car ride started off silent but I couldnt take all that high.

"Hey for my birthday this year could you take me to get tattoos?" I asked Jas. Jas has a few tattoos on her back and arms.

"Tattoos? As in more than One?" she asked shocked. I see why she is shocked though. I used to go on and on about how I NEVER wanted a tat because it looks too painful and ion like needles. At all.

"Yes 3" I responded. She almost chocked on the soda she was drinking and had to pull over before she end up crashin. Maybe its because I'm still high? Nah.

"3! Where at and why all of a sudden??" she asked.

"I want Carter name on my pinky finger, momma name on my shoulder, and the same exact tat Carter has on his left peck on my left rib." I really had been think bout gettin tats lately I think it will add to my personality or something.

"Did you ask your dad about all of this?" she asked me concerned.

"No" I really have no need to tell my dad. Like if he find out he find out. If he dont he dont.

"And why not?" I swear Jas act like my momma sometimes.

"Im tuurning 18 thatss why. Its not like Im getting meaningless tattoos anyway." I protested.

"Well okay Niy. If you want too but make sure you really want to get them becasue if you chicken out you better chicken out now" she warned me then started her car again.

"I wooont" I told her.

"We here so get out my car now" she said with a smile on her face. She wasnt like secretly mad but I could tell on the ride here she was in deep thought about something. I wasnt about to ask why so I just hoped out. I reached for my keys in my bag and noticed my dad car. Weird. He gets off work at 4 and its only noon. Jas didnt leave till I got inside like always but when I unlocked the door and opened it I was immediately hit with the smell of alcohol. I walked into the kitchen and seen my dad on the floor holding a beer and ciroc. I dont drink but I know that aint a good mix. 

I just stood where I was not gettin no closer. "Daddy?" I said just above a whisper. All he did was look at me with bloodshot eyes.

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So what do you think about Niyah's stalker?

Aww she is gettin matchin Tattoos with Carter.

What do you think Niyah will do now that she sees her drunken red eyed father? 

What would you do?